The result of random page turning/ quote finding after I revised the first draft:
Our words inherit nothing,
beget nothing.
And then he raises the washbowl
and presses his teeth--biting
until the enamel crunches over
Our aching bones.
There are two vultures, motionless in the middle of the sky. I am asleep as
Acidic music of thistles and knives loosened itself from the shore and crossed
Over our mortal burden.
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